On the basketball court, boys were playing basketball, sweating profusely.
Cheng Feng caught a glimpse of Song Yan Ning walking this way out of the corner of his eye, and with a mischievous smile, he threw the basketball in his hand toward her.
Song Yan Ning felt a gust of wind and raised her hand to catch it, securing the basketball firmly in her grasp.
Cheng Feng looked at Song Yan Ning with some surprise. It must have been a coincidence, otherwise how could she have caught the basketball one-handed under these circumstances? Even he wouldn't have been able to do that.
Song Yan Ning glanced at the basketball in her hand, then turned to look at the basketball court. When she saw Cheng Feng, a flash of understanding crossed her eyes. She guessed that Cheng Feng must have done it on purpose.
